Drak'Thor says with a grin. "I am but a fraction of my true size when I am like this." He pauses, considering how much more he should reveal. "When fully grown and in my prime, I would have been nearly twice as long and thrice as wide."

Styr11's eyes widen at the thought, unable to imagine such a massive creature existing in reality. The dragon senses his fascination and decides to continue.

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It was only due to my great age that I have been able to shrink down to this more manageable size." He pauses, studying the mage's reaction once again before continuing. "But enough of that," he says with a growl, his member throbbing in anticipation. "Are you ready for me, or do you need more time?"

The dragon's eyes shimmer with emotion as it watches Styr11 walk away. It knows that this arrangement may not be ideal, but for now, it is enough. As the mage disappears from sight, the dragon takes to the skies once more, soaring high above the mountains and into the endless blue beyond. In its heart, there is a strange new feeling - hope.

Days turn into weeks, and then months as Styr11 continues to return to his mountain retreat. Each time, they share passionate encounters, their bond growing stronger with every meeting. The dragon finds itself looking forward to these visits more and more, eager for the chance to be close to its mate once again.

One night, as Styr11 is about to leave after one of their intimate trysts, he pauses at the cave entrance and turns back toward the dragon. "You know,"

Aurora smiled softly at him, her expression filled with understanding and affection. "You speak true, Leon," she said, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "And I know that you will always have my support and love, no matter what challenges come our way. Together, we can overcome any obstacle and build a life that is filled with happiness, love, and fulfillment. And who knows, maybe one day, we'll create a world where both men and women are respected, valued, and loved equally."

With a determined look in her eyes, Aurora closed her claws tightly around Leon's forearms, pulling him toward the cliff edge. "Alright then, Leon," she growled, "but remember... if you try to run away, I will never forgive you. The choice is yours, but I suggest you don't take it lightly."

She gripped him even tighter as they raced down the mountain slope, their feet slipping on the wet rocks beneath them.